Post by conviction on Jan 24, 2010 15:05:00 GMT -5
An all black jaguar pulls up into the wrestlers’ entrance of the Baltimore Arena. The passenger side door opens and out steps Conviction in street clothes with his bag full of wrestling gear. He reaches in and does a hand shake with the driver. He then closes the door to the car and makes his way into arena. He arrives at his locker room and enters it. He tosses his bag on the ground and lies on the couch in an attempt to take a pre-Slam nap. After about 30 seconds of laying there; there is a knock at the door.
Conviction: Jesus Christ! Already? I just got here. COME IN!
In walks WCF interviewer Hank Brown. Conviction sits up and turns on the TV. He turns the previews of today’s NFL games on. Hank Brown pulls up a chair and sits next to Conviction.
Hank Brown: Wow, traffic must not have been too bad. You made decent time.
Conviction: Yeah we were gonna make a stop in Philly before we shot down here but we’ll just head up there after Slam tonight. What are you doing here dude? I just got here. You couldn’t give me an hour to lay down?
Hank Brown: Well I figured since you are already here we might as well get it over with. And anyway, you said it yourself that you owed me one. Consider us even after this.
Conviction (annoyed): AHHHH alright. Let’s just do this so I can lay the hell down.
Hank Brown: Well I assume that when we spoke earlier that you were unaware of anything your opponents or partner for tonight’s match have said all week. Have you gotten the chance to see anything that was coming from the Hector-Knox camp? Any comments?
Conviction: Yeah I saw some of it. Hector’s camp continues to make a big deal about his managerial situation, Fort Knox continues to throw his money in people’s face, and they both continue to have their false sense of hope.
Conviction yawns then continues to speak.
Like I said earlier… Me and Slaughter will punish them. Hector, Don Bradley continues to run his mouth on your behalf. He has the audacity to call Ace Slaughter a retard and a moron, when his own client, you, has the mental capacity of a three year old. You are as dumb as they come. You guys must live on Fantasy Island where the name Hector Rodriguez means something. You people talk like we should be afraid of you, like we owe you something. You may have been in numerous title matches in your career with the WCF. But the thing is… YOU’VE NEVER WON ONE! That isn’t going to change next week at Ten either. As for you being, just about to beat me the other night before Ace Slaughter interfered… what a joke. You could hit me with every move in the book but you will never beat me. Your Toluca moves are not enough to put me down long enough for the pin. You will never beat me. You may be part of this company’s past. But Hector, Don, I am the present, and the future here in WCF. Again here this week I am going to bust you open. This time no taunting you as I do it, I’m gonna come at you like one of my boy Mike Vick’s pit bulls. Your boy Don Bradley thought he was gonna get involved last week. I’m sure he had a good week icing his nuts. If him, or your new manager want to try to get involved again, it is going to be a lot worse. You fools are making a huge deal out of your finding a manager. You think Hector will have everyone’s attention after you name the new manager. The truth is… No one cares. No one cares about you, or your manager. Tonight we shut you up, if only for tonight. And next week, we shut you up for good. It’ll be a cold day in hell before you ever beat me Hector.
Hank Brown: What about Hector’s partner Fort Knox, and your own partner Ace Slaughter.
Conviction: hahah Fort Knox? This dude is a joke. “Hector knows talent when he sees it.” The only place he’s ever seen talent is when it’s kicking his head in while he’s in the ring. Fort Knox got handled fairly easily last week by Trent Townsend. The only reason he caught anyone’s attention is because we were laughing at how bad of a wrestler he is. He should get his money back that he paid for all of his wrestling training. He will probably be the one to lose the match for their team. Hector is bad, but not half as bad as this clown. I don’t care how rich this guy is, what girls he thinks he could get, or where he comes from. He cannot match up with me or Ace. He has no idea what he’s walking into tonight. He’s never been in this type of an environment before. It will be fun beating this little rich punk’s ass all over Baltimore.
As for Ace Slaughter, this dude seems to be having a mental breakdown. Fort Knox already seems a little intimidated by it. I’m having trouble seeing why. All I know is Ace better show up tonight with one goal in mind, beating Fort Knox and Hector Rodriguez. If he makes a poor choice and tries coming at me, I’ll hurt him. I don’t want to deal with him until next week, but if I have to then I have to. As for his little personality disorder, that’s kind of funny to watch. He needs some help. I’m not worried about it though. Whether it’s Ace, Oblivion, or Satan himself, there isn’t anyone in the WCF that can beat me. He just better have his shit together tonight. If he doesn’t he will pay, and he too will be put down. Ace Slaughter, you better come ready. Hector, Knox… your judgment day is upon us. The verdict is in, and you will be Convicted!
Hank Brown: Welp if that’s all you got I’ll show myself the door.
Hank Brown walks toward the door. On his way out Conviction yells to him
Conviction: Hey we’re even now. I better not see you again tonight.
Hank closes the door. Conviction walks over and locks the door. He goes back and lies on the couch in an attempt to take a nap before Slam.
Conviction: Jesus Christ! Already? I just got here. COME IN!
In walks WCF interviewer Hank Brown. Conviction sits up and turns on the TV. He turns the previews of today’s NFL games on. Hank Brown pulls up a chair and sits next to Conviction.
Hank Brown: Wow, traffic must not have been too bad. You made decent time.
Conviction: Yeah we were gonna make a stop in Philly before we shot down here but we’ll just head up there after Slam tonight. What are you doing here dude? I just got here. You couldn’t give me an hour to lay down?
Hank Brown: Well I figured since you are already here we might as well get it over with. And anyway, you said it yourself that you owed me one. Consider us even after this.
Conviction (annoyed): AHHHH alright. Let’s just do this so I can lay the hell down.
Hank Brown: Well I assume that when we spoke earlier that you were unaware of anything your opponents or partner for tonight’s match have said all week. Have you gotten the chance to see anything that was coming from the Hector-Knox camp? Any comments?
Conviction: Yeah I saw some of it. Hector’s camp continues to make a big deal about his managerial situation, Fort Knox continues to throw his money in people’s face, and they both continue to have their false sense of hope.
Conviction yawns then continues to speak.
Like I said earlier… Me and Slaughter will punish them. Hector, Don Bradley continues to run his mouth on your behalf. He has the audacity to call Ace Slaughter a retard and a moron, when his own client, you, has the mental capacity of a three year old. You are as dumb as they come. You guys must live on Fantasy Island where the name Hector Rodriguez means something. You people talk like we should be afraid of you, like we owe you something. You may have been in numerous title matches in your career with the WCF. But the thing is… YOU’VE NEVER WON ONE! That isn’t going to change next week at Ten either. As for you being, just about to beat me the other night before Ace Slaughter interfered… what a joke. You could hit me with every move in the book but you will never beat me. Your Toluca moves are not enough to put me down long enough for the pin. You will never beat me. You may be part of this company’s past. But Hector, Don, I am the present, and the future here in WCF. Again here this week I am going to bust you open. This time no taunting you as I do it, I’m gonna come at you like one of my boy Mike Vick’s pit bulls. Your boy Don Bradley thought he was gonna get involved last week. I’m sure he had a good week icing his nuts. If him, or your new manager want to try to get involved again, it is going to be a lot worse. You fools are making a huge deal out of your finding a manager. You think Hector will have everyone’s attention after you name the new manager. The truth is… No one cares. No one cares about you, or your manager. Tonight we shut you up, if only for tonight. And next week, we shut you up for good. It’ll be a cold day in hell before you ever beat me Hector.
Hank Brown: What about Hector’s partner Fort Knox, and your own partner Ace Slaughter.
Conviction: hahah Fort Knox? This dude is a joke. “Hector knows talent when he sees it.” The only place he’s ever seen talent is when it’s kicking his head in while he’s in the ring. Fort Knox got handled fairly easily last week by Trent Townsend. The only reason he caught anyone’s attention is because we were laughing at how bad of a wrestler he is. He should get his money back that he paid for all of his wrestling training. He will probably be the one to lose the match for their team. Hector is bad, but not half as bad as this clown. I don’t care how rich this guy is, what girls he thinks he could get, or where he comes from. He cannot match up with me or Ace. He has no idea what he’s walking into tonight. He’s never been in this type of an environment before. It will be fun beating this little rich punk’s ass all over Baltimore.
As for Ace Slaughter, this dude seems to be having a mental breakdown. Fort Knox already seems a little intimidated by it. I’m having trouble seeing why. All I know is Ace better show up tonight with one goal in mind, beating Fort Knox and Hector Rodriguez. If he makes a poor choice and tries coming at me, I’ll hurt him. I don’t want to deal with him until next week, but if I have to then I have to. As for his little personality disorder, that’s kind of funny to watch. He needs some help. I’m not worried about it though. Whether it’s Ace, Oblivion, or Satan himself, there isn’t anyone in the WCF that can beat me. He just better have his shit together tonight. If he doesn’t he will pay, and he too will be put down. Ace Slaughter, you better come ready. Hector, Knox… your judgment day is upon us. The verdict is in, and you will be Convicted!
Hank Brown: Welp if that’s all you got I’ll show myself the door.
Hank Brown walks toward the door. On his way out Conviction yells to him
Conviction: Hey we’re even now. I better not see you again tonight.
Hank closes the door. Conviction walks over and locks the door. He goes back and lies on the couch in an attempt to take a nap before Slam.